Huang Mao smiled and kept moving forward under my leadership.
The cemetery ghosts around us kept moving left and right to make way for us without saying a word.
Although I have seen a lot of ghosts, now when I walk among the ghosts, I am stared at by these ghosts.
When Sheniu comes, everyone will feel uncomfortable.
The task is important and I can't afford to worry about so much.
You can only keep moving forward according to the instructions of the Feng Shui board.
After entering the pagoda cemetery, there is a small square not far away.
More ghosts gathered in the square, so densely packed that they were almost full.
Next to the square is the office hall.
But this office hall is divided into left and right sides, one white and one black, which is very particular.
The house is square and square, with four windows and a door.
I took a look at the sign above.
The white house is the reception.
That is to say, if you want someone to deliver the urn, you have to go through the formalities and pay the fee in the white house.
The black house is a sacrifice.
When relatives come to pay homage or go to the tower to see the ashes of their relatives, they will pick up signs, memorial tablets, etc. here.
Pagoda cemeteries across the country basically follow this arrangement process, dividing yin and yang.
It is rare to put the service hall and the collection of memorial tablets in the same house.
We crossed the square and continued walking forward.
I discovered that there are three stone arch bridges in front and three mausoleums behind the bridge.
You don't need to think about it to know that in Feng Shui, this arch bridge is called "Fushou Bridge" and is specially used for ghosts to escape.
Looking around now, the bridge is also full of ghosts.
Everyone looked at us without blinking.
I looked at the Feng Shui disk and pointed to one of the mausoleums.
"This is the mausoleum, and the female ghost is on top."
Huang Mao listened to me and lowered his voice:
"Brother Xu, there are too many ghosts in this place. It makes me feel bad just looking at me. Go early and come back early!"
"Well, that's what I thought too."
I nodded and quickened my pace.
Li Hefei followed closely behind.
The surrounding cemetery ghosts will still give way automatically when we approach.
We were able to keep our distance and moved forward smoothly.
However, when we came to the three stone arch bridges, we ran into trouble.
We wanted to go to the mausoleum on the far left, so we walked towards the stone arch bridge on the far left.
But when they arrived at the entrance of the stone arch bridge, the ghost standing on the stone arch bridge was motionless.
Apart from staring at us with widened gray eyes, he showed no intention of giving way.
We can only stop.
Huang Mao smiled apologetically just like before:
"Hey hey hey, brothers. Borrow a way, borrow a way..."
But this time, Huang Mao's apologetic smile was of no use.
The ghost on the stone bridge still has no intention of giving in.
The strong man standing at the front stood with his big belly and raised his head slightly.
I saw a big hole in his head, and bright red "blood" was constantly flowing out of his head.
Obviously, this is what the strong man looked like when he died.
Only when these ghosts want to scare people will they show such terrifying looks.
At the same time, this strong man was still glaring at us.
He spoke to us in a low voice:
"Go away, you need to borrow it somewhere else, I don't want to borrow it."
After saying that, this strong man ghost actually exuded bursts of cold air.
Seeing this, Huang Mao and I both felt panicked.
His face was also very ugly.
But I wasn’t scared by him, so I replied:
"Brothers, we are the craftsmen of the funeral parlor, and we also eat a bowl of food from the underworld.
Let’s not offend the river, so let’s give in.”
As a result, the strong man didn't give us any face at all, and still looked unhappy:
"Who the hell is your brother?
I don’t care if you are a funeral parlor craftsman or not!
I just won’t let you go. If you want to go over, bring me the money.”
After saying that, the strong man stepped on the railing like a gangster and made a gesture of asking for money.
To be honest, if this ghost is easy to talk to, he will ask us for some money to spend.
I don't mind giving him some.
The underworld coins are not valuable to us, and there are still several stacks in the tool bag.
But the other party's attitude made me very uncomfortable. Who was he trying to scare by showing the horrible look he had when he died?
Just because we haven’t seen ghosts? Or haven’t we seen the appearance of dead bodies?
Besides, the cemetery doesn't belong to his family.
Ghosts can live in us, and living people can also leave.
I am here to collect debts, and the well water will not offend the river water.
If you really don't show your face, I won't be polite.
Therefore, my attitude became much stiffer:
"What if I don't take it!"
"Haha, don't take it?
Get out of here quickly, my elder brother and I are protecting this cemetery.
Don't even think about coming in from now on, and don't even think about offering tribute and burning paper to your family members here.
Here, I am the best at what I say."
The strong man ghost looked domineering and determined to take advantage of us.
While he was talking, the dozen ghosts behind him also squeezed forward.
All of them were vicious and evil, and there were even a few ghosts who were clenching their fingers and deliberately making a "crack-crack-crack" sound, threatening us.
He looked like he was going to beat us if he didn't obey.
I saw it in my eyes and looked at them as if they were mentally retarded.
Not to mention that I have white tiger claws for protection, but the talisman, peach wood sword, and Bagua mirror in my hand.
Ordinary ghosts really can't do anything to us.
You can even handle it casually...
Regardless of whether they are living or dead, there will always be some evil characters.
The Ghost Niu Er in front of me is obviously this type of person.
The words definitely don't make sense.
Since this ghost refuses to eat and drinks as a penalty, I am too lazy to talk nonsense with him.
Just go up and punch him.
"boom!"
Before the ghost could react, I punched him and knocked him to the ground.
"ah!"
"Second brother."
"Two, second brother."
"..."
Several ghosts hurriedly supported the strong man ghost.
"Ah! You, if you dare to hit me, kill him!"
The strong man yelled.
Seeing this, the ghosts behind him roared:
"Look for a fight!"
"Fuck him!"
"..."
More than a dozen ghosts rushed up directly.
The surrounding ghosts swarmed up and surrounded us.
When Li Hefei saw this, he was so frightened that he squatted down directly holding his head.
Huang Mao scolded him with a sullen face.
With a flying kick, the ghost rushing at the front was knocked to the ground.
The remaining ghosts opened their big mouths and bit Huang Mao.
Huang Mao took out the Bagua Mirror and looked forward. He was so frightened that a dozen ghosts rushed towards him. They raised their hands to cover themselves and rolled and crawled back to dodge.
I even pulled out my mahogany sword and pointed to the left and right:
"Whoever comes here, I will chop to death!"
The mahogany sword in my hand is made of lightning-struck wood. As soon as I pulled it out of the sword bag, a burst of yang energy spread out.
These ordinary ghosts felt the hot breath of the peach wood sword as if they were being burned.
They all fell back.
"ah!"
“It’s so hot, so hot.”
"..."
Huang Mao didn't stop, picked up the Bagua mirror, rushed forward, and kicked the strong man's subordinate.
He kept saying:
"Fuck! The sword is not sharp and the horse is too thin. How can you fight with me?"
I also picked up the mahogany sword, threatened the ghosts around me, and followed Huang Mao at the same time.
The ordinary ghosts around him, frightened by the Taomu Sword and Bagua Mirror, no one dared to approach, and they had already retreated far away.
The ghost on the bridge even saw me and Huang Mao approaching.
They were so frightened that they couldn't choose their way out and jumped under the bridge one after another.
In the blink of an eye, Huang Mao was already close to the strong man ghost. Before he could escape, Huang Mao kicked him over.
Before he could get up, I raised the mahogany sword and placed it directly on his neck.
At this time, the strong man ghost no longer looked as arrogant as before.
His gray eyes were full of fear, and they did not reveal the terrifying look he had before his death.
He raised his hands slightly and stammered: "Brother, brother, I was wrong, wrong, little one, be careful with the sword..."
Before he finished speaking, Huang Mao slapped him.
A "pop" sound hit him in the face:
"The tiger comes down the mountain and the blue dragon roars. Little brother, do you know you are wrong now?"
After saying that, Huang Mao slapped him several times in the face.
I even kicked him a few times.
The pain made the strong man scream "Ouch".
Now, he doesn't even dare to let go of a fart, and none of the ghosts around him dare to move forward.
Li Hefei was behind, with his mouth wide open, staring blankly.
I didn't expect the two of us to be so violent. We rushed into the cemetery, and after a few words of disagreement, we beat the second head of the cemetery.
At this moment, he begged us both for mercy:
"Yes, yes, I'm sorry, brother, brother, I'm not arrogant anymore, I'm not arrogant anymore, it's really wrong, wrong."
"Are we still allowed to live now?"
I said it lightly.
"Go, go, brother, you can live as you like, live as you like..."